• In February’s Vanity Fair, Bob Colacello revisits the Manhattan of past decades, when the city’s most fashionable women whiled away the afternoon over endless lunches at restaurants like the Colony and La Côte Basque. It’s a shame they wasted all that lovely food (no one really ate, apparently), but the Chanel suits were pretty great. Here’s to the Ladies Who Lunched!

• If you haven’t yet read New York magazine’s “Workplace Confidential” cover story from earlier this month, do yourself a favor and get on that. Such fun reading. One anonymous account comes from a Per Se waiter, who has some good news for germaphobes: “Spitting in the food doesn’t happen… . At Per Se, the cooks work 70 or 80 hours a week and make next to nothing, but they work because they want to cook. And to do that to something, to spit in prep work that someone has spent eight hours of work on—blood, sweat, and tears, and all—it’s just not done.” The Per Se Waiter on Diners Who Vomit Up Their $500 Meals

Sophie Gilbert, associate arts editor

• I’m fascinated/mildly obsessed with David Lynch, thanks to Twin Peaks and his utterly bizarre Twitter account. So this, in which he opines for HuffPo Food about the joys of java, is almost a dream come true. Obsessed: Coffee